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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.