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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.