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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
JFA,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.