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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Brick to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.