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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.