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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.