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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.