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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.