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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.