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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.