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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.