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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.