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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Smog,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.