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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.