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 India and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.