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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.