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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.