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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.