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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.