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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.