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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.