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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.