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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.