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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cramps 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
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.