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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.