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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.