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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.