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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Index,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.