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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
DNA,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.