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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.