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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.