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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.