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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.