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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.