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 Serbia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.