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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.