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 Kosovo 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Television,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.