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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.