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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.