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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.