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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.