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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.