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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.