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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.