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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.