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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.