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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.