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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Index,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.