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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.