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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.