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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.