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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.