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 Greece and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.