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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Fear,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.