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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.