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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
X-102,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.