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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.