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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.