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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.