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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.