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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.