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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.