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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.