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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.