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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.