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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.