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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.