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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.