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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.