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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Nico,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.