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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.