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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Q65,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.