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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.