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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.