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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.