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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.