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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
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.