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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.