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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.