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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.