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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.