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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.