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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Motions,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.