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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.