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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.