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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.