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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.