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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.