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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Darondo,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.