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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.