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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.