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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.