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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Index,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.