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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.