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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.