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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.