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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.