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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.