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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.