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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.