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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Can,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.