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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.