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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.