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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.