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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.