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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.