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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Echospace,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.