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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.