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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.