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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.