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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.