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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.