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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.