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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.