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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.