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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.