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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.