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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.