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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Can,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.