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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Television,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Japan,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.