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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.