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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.