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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.