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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.