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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.