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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.