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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.