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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.