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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Warsaw 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Television,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.