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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.