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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.