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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.