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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.