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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.