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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Skarface,
Nas,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.