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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Magma,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.