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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masters at Work 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
cv313,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.