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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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 Sound,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.