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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.