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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.