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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.