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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.