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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.