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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.