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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Mars,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.