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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Wire,
Gong,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.