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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.