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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.