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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.