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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.