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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.