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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.