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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.