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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 a theremin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.