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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.