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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Smog,
Symarip,
Slave,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.