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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.