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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.