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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.