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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.