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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.