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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.