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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.