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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.