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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.