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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.