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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.