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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.