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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.