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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.