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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.