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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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?
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.