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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.