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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.