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 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.