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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.