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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.