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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.