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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.