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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.