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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.