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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.