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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.