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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Index,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.