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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Gong,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.