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 Romania and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.