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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Organ,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.