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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.