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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.