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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
UT,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.