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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.