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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.