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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Television,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.