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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.