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 Russia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.