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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
ABC,
MC5,
Ossler,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.