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 South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
DNA,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.