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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.