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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.