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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.