Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.