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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.