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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.