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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.