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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.