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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.