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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.