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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.