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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.