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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.