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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.