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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.