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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Cymande,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.