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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.