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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.