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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.