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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Visage,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.