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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.