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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.