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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.