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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.