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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.