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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.