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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.