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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.