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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Nas,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.