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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.