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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.