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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.