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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.