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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.