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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.