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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.