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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.