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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
June of 44,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.