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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.