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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Faust,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.