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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.