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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 808 and a guitar 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.