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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.