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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.