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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.