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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.