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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.