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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.