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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Slave,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.