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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.