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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.