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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.