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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
10cc,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.