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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.