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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fall to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.