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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.