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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Japan,
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.