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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.