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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fugs,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.