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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.