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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.