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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.