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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Crime,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.