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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.