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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
The Remains,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.