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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.