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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.