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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 ABC to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.