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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.