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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.