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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.