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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.