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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.