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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.