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 and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.