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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.