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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.