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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.