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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.