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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.