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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Japan,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.