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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Scion,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.