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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.