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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.