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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visage to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.