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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Wire,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.