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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.