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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.