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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.