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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Kayak,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.