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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.