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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.