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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.