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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.