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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.