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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.