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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.