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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.