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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.