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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.