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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.