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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.