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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.