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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.