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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.