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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.