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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.