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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.