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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.