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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.