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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.