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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.