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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.