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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.