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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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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.