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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.