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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.