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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Crime,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.