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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.