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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
UT,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
the Association,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.