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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.