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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.