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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.