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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.