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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.