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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.