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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.