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 Benin and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.