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 France and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Motions to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Index,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.