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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.