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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.