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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.