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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.