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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.