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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.