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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.