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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.