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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.