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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Slave,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.