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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.