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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.