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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.