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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Monolake,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.