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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.