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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.