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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.