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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.