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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.