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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.