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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Q65,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.