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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Monks,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.