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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Japan,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.