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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.