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 India and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.