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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.