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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Slave,
Visage,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.