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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
This Heat,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
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.