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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.