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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.