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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.