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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.