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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.