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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.