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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Swans,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Television,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.