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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.