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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mars,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.