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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.