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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.