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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.