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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
a-ha,
Monks,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.