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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Skarface to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.