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 Latvia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.