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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.