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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.