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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.