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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.