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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.