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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.