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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.