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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.