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 Dominican Republic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
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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.