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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.