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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.