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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gories to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
New Order,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.