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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.