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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
JFA,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.