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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.