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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.