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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.