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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.