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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.