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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.