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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.