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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.