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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.