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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.