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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.