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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.