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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Crime,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.