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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.