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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.