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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.