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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.