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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.