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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.