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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The Index,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.