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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.