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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.