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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.