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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Swans,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.