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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.