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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.