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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Nico,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.