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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.