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 China and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Oneida,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.