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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Womack 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.