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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.