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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.