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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.