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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Index,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.