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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.