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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.