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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.