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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.