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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.