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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.