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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.