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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.