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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.