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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
cv313,
Main Source,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.