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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.