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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.