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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.