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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.