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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
UT,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.