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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.