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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.