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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.