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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
MDC,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.