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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare 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 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?
Cymande,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Nico,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.