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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.