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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.