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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.