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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
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.