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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.