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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.