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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.