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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.