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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.