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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.