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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yazoo 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Wire,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.