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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.