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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.