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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.