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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eli Mardock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.