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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.