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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.