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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.