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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.