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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Section 25,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.