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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.