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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.