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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.