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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fear to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.