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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Can,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.