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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.