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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.