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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.