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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.