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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.