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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.