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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.