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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Aswad,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.