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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.