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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.