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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
June Days,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.