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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.