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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.