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 Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.