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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Unwound,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.