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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.