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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
cv313,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.