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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Can,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.