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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.