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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.