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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.