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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.