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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.