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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.