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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.