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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Index,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.