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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.