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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.