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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.