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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.