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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a 808 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 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?
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.