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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.