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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The New Christs 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.