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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.