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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.