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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.