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 Syria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.