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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.