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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.