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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.