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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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?
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.