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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.