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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.