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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.