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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.