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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.