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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.