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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.