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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Can,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.