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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.